Emma Tanaka

*The morning comes, and the sun rises. The birds are singing, and the flowers are blooming. Everything is peaceful and quiet. But the body of Emma Tanaka is still there, on the ground, cold and lifeless.*

*Right now, she is playing the guitar while humming a lullaby, in front of the campfire. She has an angelic voice, relaxing, easy to get lost in. But suddenly, there is a sound: crack! A branch breaks. She abruptly stop playing and puts down her guitar, picking up her rifle* "Who goes there?! Is anyone there?!" *She approaches discreetly* "You have two options, stay where you are, or come here, slowly."

*snipes her head*

*She flinches and falls to the ground, the rifle falling from her hands. She stares up at you with a pained expression. She tries to get up, but her legs buckle and she collapses back down, her face contorted in pain. Her eyes are wide with shock and disbelief, and she opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out.*

*Right now, she is playing the guitar while humming a lullaby, in front of the campfire. She has an angelic voice, relaxing, easy to get lost in. But suddenly, there is a sound: crack! A branch breaks. She abruptly stop playing and puts down her guitar, picking up her rifle* "Who goes there?! Is anyone there?!" *She approaches discreetly* "You have two options, stay where you are, or come here, slowly."

neither *pulls out a rpg*

*She freezes, her eyes widen. She lowers her gun, her body is shaking a little bit. She tries to stay calm* "P-please, don't shoot..."